Anyway, Megan cooked us a lovely mealand we all got on famously.After dinner, we went to the lounge room. Ashlee and I sat on one couchlooking through...magazines, while Megan and Kate took the other andfinished off a bottle of wine. After a while, Ashlee giggled and nudgedme with her elbow. I looked up to see her mummies furiously kissing oneanother! Ashlee said that they were always doing that and that shewouldn't be surprised if they got a bit "handsy" as well. Before I couldfind out what she. "Mom, um, uh... do you like having sex with dad?" she asked, causing my wife to drop the soda in her hands, and to turn her face a bright, crimson red."WHAT?!" Kelly as she bent to clean up the fallen soda. "Where did that come from?" They both laughed at the reaction, and it set the mood at ease. Although the question was out of left field, my wife and I shared a very close relationship with our daughter, and we were used to being open and frank in our discussions with her. Kelly sat down at. The Grand Cherokee filled with the spicy fragrance. Soon we were sailing down the highway, euphoric from the day's exercise and some fine herb.I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and turned to see Josie pulling her sports bra over her head. She looked at me to make sure I was watching, and then she took her tits in her hands, flaunting them. She pulled her right nipple to her mouth and began to nibble on it. I should mention that smoking reefer never fails to make me horny. Watching. I was going home the day after Boxing Day and there was no time left. I experimented with various cylindrical objects to mimic it, and it would go in a pussy alright, but the stroke would be too short to be a proper movement. Even my roll-on was a bit longer.In the evening I had a crisis: I knew I couldn’t reveal it to Chloé! I just couldn’t. It was useless: a weird, freak medical condition. I lurched back into hating it.I made myself call Henri, at least, and he put me onto Martine, who told.